Lefty's ✓

eight.

July

Somehow we ended up in my car.

"I need your help with something," She said.

It was a lie. I should've known, but how could I complain?

Melissa is currently straddling me whilst I sit in the drivers seat. Her red lips are on mine. Our mouths move in sync, her hands pull my hair, and her hips move up and down on mine. She opens her mouth to put her tongue against my lips. Melissa bites down on my lip seductively, causing a groan to escape from me. She uses this moment to her advantage and slips her tongue into my mouth, slowly caressing mine with hers.

I pull my lips back first to bring them down to her neck. She arches her head back to give me more access. I feel her high pulse against my lips and kiss that point.

"Jas," She murmurs, breathless. My name coming out of her lips is like a god send. Her heart beats against my chest almost as fast as mine does.

hit. hit. hit.

She grabs my face from her neck and brings it back up to her face, smashing our furious lips together.

The way her hands feel on my face and how my arms instinctively sneak around her waist makes it seem as if this was meant to happen.

Everything happens for a reason?

If the reason is that I need to become obsessed with Melissa Ester and her lips then I'm already there. She tastes like a dream. Being with her like this already makes it feel like I'm living one.

Her hands pull our faces apart, but rests our foreheads on each other's.

"I didn't drive here, can you take me home?"

Immediately, I nod. She smirks at me and places a chaste kiss on my lips. She takes her hips off of mine and sits in the passenger seat, immediately taking away the heat I felt from her body. My mouth is still tingling from those seconds before. I feel entranced as I put my hand on the key and turn it. As I rest my hand on the steering wheel, she rests her open palm on my thigh. I turn to look at her, my eyes full of desire and want. She just shrugs and turns back to look at the window.

After the couple directions, we make it back to her house. I walk her up to her door to make sure she's safe.

Little conversation is had when we get there.

"Why don't you sleep over?"

I do.